Nemesis

Where is it written the truth always means trouble…?

The Death of Free Will

He slept as though already dead, lost to me, though he lingered yet, face pale and sunken as I remembered from our very first meeting not so long ago. Adam had been an ordinary mortal then, his life threatened by illness devouring him from the inside out, but with a sunny and charming outlook that drew me to him and captured my heart.

Held it. And owned it still.

Eve knows Creation has its own agenda when it comes to re...